Blood Thorn Novels & Stories

when he heard the sound. Thorne laughed maniacally as he declared, "You win the throne!" But all your important assets will be taken from you. Dante didn't let him finish. Dante forced his Moon-steel sword through Elder Thorne's chest, pinning him to the mahogany wall with one swift, brutal thrust. The laugh was cut short. The corrupt leader of the High Council collapsed forward, dead before he even had the chance to fall. Dante turned to his Beta after ripping the sword from him.

“I told you, Tatiana. No children.” “But it’s a blessing,” I rasped, my voice hoarse with emotions. “No, it’s a curse,” he bellowed. “A poisonous thorn.” His face twisted. I didn’t recognize him. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing. Harder and harsher. My lungs seized.

A second passed before his voice clicked into my mind. “Alaric? Everything alright?” “Congratulations.” I meant it. My chest softened a little. “Evelina told me. I’m happy for both of you.” His relief and joy pulsed through the link. “Thank you, brother.” I exhaled. Then my voice hardened. “I need you to do something for me.” Dorian instantly grew serious. “Name it.” I stared down the empty corridor, jaw locked tight. “Find out everything about the Thornveil family.”

Storm’s shield shimmered around him like a glowing sphere, bright enough to light the entire room. Blaise and I burst through the doorway at the same moment Thorn materialized beside his bed, power rolling off him like a tidal wave, thick and cold and ancient. The walls groaned from the force. Thorn’s eyes burned silver with fury. “I warned you,” he growled, voice deep enough to shake the floor. Doreana pushed herself up, cracking a twisted smile through the pain. Her hair hung wild around her face, and the expression she wore wasn’t fear— It was satisfaction.

He was covered in dirt and blood, his face a mask of insane defiance. "This isn't over!" Thorne screamed. "He's an abomination! If we don't kill him now, we are all slaves!" Thorne reached into his belt and pulled out a small, glass vial filled with a pulsing red liquid—The Blood of the First Beast. It was a forbidden relic, a substance that could turn a wolf into a mindless, immortal killing machine for a single hour. He smashed the vial against his chest. The Mirror of the Future

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

"You do not want to get hurt before the fun gets started, do you?" It was dark and I couldn't see his face but I recognized that voice. I tried to scream but it was muffled so I bit his palm covering my mouth until I tasted blood. "You stupid bitch!" He immediately pulled his hand away and stared at the blood that had started gushing out. "You'll pay for this" I pushed him off with all my might and grabbed the knife. I stood up and aimed it at him with trembling hands. "Don't you dare try to come near me? I will cut you!"

he asked Serlon, terribly agitated. Serlon nodded and rushed forward. “This might be helpful.” He stretched out a strip of gauze coated with dried herbs. “This plant normally works well on wounded skin and heals it quickly. But the cause may be beyond my expertise…” “She’ll die if she continues to bleed like this!” Thorn grated out, feeling like he was about to go mad. “We have to try,” Ben said. His itchy back was feeling much better now, but instead, he could feel a constant, slow burn at the center of his spine.

THE CLAMOR of the gongs, lost its harmony. The beating drums were shut as the pointed obsidian pour down like heavy rainfall under the sheen of the blue moon. The lanterns that lit the once lively street of a petty dominion- reigned over by the other two nations- arose into flames as it silence the dead corpses lay before the cold pavement. The stench of her Lycanthropy kin's blood numbed into Yseah's wrinkled nose. Her pair of lilac eyes were unbeknownst of the tragedy that occurred in a leap of her heartbeat.